You are a bird
Who’ve always wanted to fly
Glide and breeze into the air
Like the rays of the warm sun
You told me this
And I was desperate to
Lend you my helping hand.
But I didn’t have
A hand to lend
Nor help to give.
For what are you doing?
Soaring and racing
With the wind
We can see
And you would not?
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